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"And I've desired her to bring Pride with her; nothing goes off well without him."
Nelly, who had a disagreeable recollection of her late interview with Pride, looked very grave on hearing of the invitation given to him by her brother.
"Where did you get the fireworks?" asked Matty, who, in her pleasure at the idea of seeing something new, had quite forgotten her loss.
"Where but from Mr. Chemistry? I knew that it was all nonsense in old Learning to say that his goods were not yet for me. Pride and I were laughing half the evening at the sage's old-fas.h.i.+oned notions. I suppose that he thinks that no one can see the world till forced to look at it through spectacles, like himself. 'You need an introduction, indeed!'
cried Pride; 'just step up boldly like a man. Mr. Chemistry, with his gases, his retorts, his acids, and his alkalies, will be glad enough to see the colour of your money without making uncivil observations.' Said I, 'Mr. Pride, your advice is good, and I'll act upon it directly.' So off starts I, brave as a lion; plank Patience still lay across brook Bother, but I kicked it right into the stream."
"Oh, why did you do so?" exclaimed Nelly.
"Patience may do well enough for you," replied d.i.c.k, "but you see a chap like me doesn't want it. Well, to go on with my story. I found Mr.
Chemistry hard at work beside an electric machine, and I stopped some moments to watch the crackling sparks drawn from the whirling gla.s.s wheel. At last the old fellow looked up, and saw me with my purse in my hand. 'You're a young student,' says he. 'An old head on young shoulders,' says I, looking as solemn and wise as Mr. Learning himself could do. 'You'll need to undergo a short examination,' says he, 'upon the first principles of my science.' Those words rather took me aback, for I had not counted upon that. 'What's a simple body?' says he, turning over to the first page of a book that was near him. 'A simple body,' says I; 'why, that is my sister Matty, for she's hand and glove with Miss Folly.'"
"O d.i.c.k, how could you speak so?" cried Matty.
"I set the old fellow laughing, and then, of course, I got everything my own way. I told him that I did not want science but fireworks, and that I knew that he had them in lots. I wished something that would go hissing, and fizzing, and whizzing, and astonish and dazzle beholders.
To make a long story short, I carried off all that I wanted; and I invite you both this evening to see my grand firework display."
"It will be delightful--quite charming," cried Matty; "and my darling Miss Folly to be there!"
"Miss Folly and Pride too," said d.i.c.k; "but what makes our Nelly so solemn and grave?" he added, clapping the lame girl on the shoulder.
"O d.i.c.k, I should like much--very much--to see your fireworks, but I cannot--indeed, I cannot--go to meet Folly and Pride."
"What nonsense!" exclaimed d.i.c.k, impatiently; "if they're good enough company for us, they're surely good enough company for you."
"Both my dear mother and Duty have warned me against such companions; I may not go where they go."
"Stay at home then--no one wants you!" exclaimed d.i.c.k, who, puffed up as he was by self-confidence, could not endure the slightest opposition.
"Set yourself up for a model child--lame, plain, and stupid as you are."
Poor Nelly's heart swelled as if it would burst at such undeserved rudeness from her brother. She returned, however, no angry word, but silently and quietly quitted the place. Her eyes were so much dimmed by tears, that she could scarcely see her way back to her own little cottage.
"It was a shame in me to speak so to Nelly," exclaimed d.i.c.k, who repented of his unkind speech almost as soon as he had uttered it.
"You had better tell her so," said Matty, who, though frivolous and careless, was not an ill-natured girl.
d.i.c.k turned to follow Nelly, and would doubtless have made all things smooth with his sister, had he not met dark Pride at the door.
Ah, dear reader, have you never been stopped by Pride when going to beg forgiveness of one to whom you knew that you had done a wrong, and especially when that injured party was younger and less clever than yourself?
d.i.c.k would not _demean_ himself, as he called it, in the presence of watchful Pride, by telling his little sister that he was sorry for having hurt her feelings. Pride came to talk about the fireworks, and, in eager conversation with him, thoughtless d.i.c.k soon forgot the wound which his overbearing temper had inflicted upon a gentle and loving heart.
CHAPTER XXV.
A LESSON.
Evening was coming on. Poor Nelly sat sad and alone in the parlour of her little cottage. She had seen little of d.i.c.k since the morning; and when they had accidentally met, he had not uttered one word of regret for his unkindness. Indeed, his manner had been so careless, that it appeared that what had pa.s.sed so lately between them had quite gone out of his mind. Nelly tried to forgive and forget, but her spirit was sad and low. Even Content seemed to droop his wing, and would scarcely give even a chirp.
Nelly felt also--as what girl of her age would not feel!--being shutout from the merry little party that were going to enjoy the fireworks. The display, on account of the direction of the wind, was to be close in front of Matty's cottage, instead of that of d.i.c.k; and as this dwelling, as we know, adjoined Nelly's, the lame girl from her little window could have but an imperfect view, and would lose all the general effect.
"Perhaps," thought poor Nelly, "I have been needlessly strict after all; I have been a little too particular in doing what I thought that duty might require. I have lost a great deal of pleasure, and I have offended my own dear brother. Everything has seemed gloomy since the morning--even my bird will not sing. Ah, how glad I am that my mother will soon return. I shall never doubt what I ought to do when I have her dear voice to guide me; and I am sure that when she is here, Content will warble from morning till night."
"What, Nelly, here all alone?" said Lubin, putting his round, good-humoured face in at the door.
Nelly only looked up and smiled, for at that moment she could not speak; and her smile was so sad, that Lubin came in and seated himself at her side.
"Why, you have been crying, Nelly!" he said. "What is the matter with you, dear? Has Forgetfulness robbed you of your choicest facts, or Procrastination--the sly rogue!--stolen your hours, or have you dropped some nice little purchase of yours into the muddy waters of Bother?"
Nelly shook her head in reply to each question. "I have vexed d.i.c.k,"
she answered at last, "by refusing to join his party at the firework display, because he has invited Pride and Miss Folly."
"I daresay that you did quite right," observed Lubin; "though it's rather hard upon you to have to give up the fireworks and fun. You'll hardly see anything from your window. Come to my cottage opposite; there you will have a good view of it all."
"I would rather remain quietly here, dear Lubin; with many thanks to you for the offer. I have no heart for amus.e.m.e.nt this evening, and would not wish d.i.c.k to see me watching, as if by stealth, the fireworks which I would not go openly to view." As Nelly spoke, she could not prevent two large tears, which had been gathering beneath her lashes, from overflowing her eyes.
Lubin, lazy sluggard as he was, yet was a kind-hearted boy, and would do a good turn for any one, provided it gave him small trouble. "I'll stay with you, Nelly," he said, kissing the tear from her cheek; "it will be better for me, you know, to keep clear of Folly and Pride." Nelly squeezed his hand to express her thanks. "There is Miss Folly approaching already," continued Lubin. "One might know her coming were she a mile off, by the sound of her jabbering voice."
Lubin rose and went to the window to look out. "Yes; there is Miss Folly--peac.o.c.k plume, balloon dress, and all; and she has a red c.o.c.katoo on her wrist. Black-browed Pride is behind her. Matty and d.i.c.k are running to meet them."
Nelly did not go to the window; but she heard the voices without, which sounded distinctly through the still evening air.
"I wonder if it will ever get dark enough for the lovely, delightful fireworks. I've been wis.h.i.+ng all the afternoon that I could push on the sun double-quick to the west. It's always dark when one wants it to be light, and light when one wants it to be dark." My readers will scarcely need to be told that these words were spoken by Folly.
"I'm glad that you've brought your c.o.c.katoo," said d.i.c.k; "you know that I'm going to buy him."
"He's worth his weight in gold--he is; pretty creature!--just listen to him now!" And Nelly could hear the harsh, grating voice of Parade: "Pretty Poll! ain't I fine? ain't I fine?"
"I'm going to teach him something else," observed d.i.c.k. "Just let me have him here for a few minutes. The fireworks are ready prepared, but we must wait till the twilight grows darker. In the meantime, I will amuse myself by giving Master c.o.c.katoo a lesson in talking."
"You'll soon make him say what you like," observed Pride.
"Isn't it a beautiful bird?" cried Matty.
"They are gathering round the c.o.c.katoo, Nelly," said Lubin, who was still at the window. "Only Miss Folly, with her painted face and goggle eyes, is peeping at the preparations for the fireworks."
The last faint tinge of red had faded from the sky. Deeper and deeper grew the gathering shades. Lubin could scarcely distinguish the features of the group that were amusing themselves with Parade.
"Now, my good c.o.c.katoo," began d.i.c.k, standing in front of his red-feathered pupil, "you know 'variety is charming,' says the proverb.
We may like to hear you say the same thing over nine hundred and ninety-nine times; but when a question is asked for the thousandth time, we begin to wish for a little variation. Suppose now, just for a change, you say, 'Ain't I clever? ain't I clever?'"
"Ain't I fine?--ain't I fine?" screamed Parade.
"Fine? Yes, we know that you are; dark as it is growing, we see that you are; it's a fact which no one will dispute. But just try now--"